I text her asking if she wants to smoke a joint together seeing if she will come over and about 10 minutes pass.She replies with “just working up th... courage to come over” While I am smoking the joint I rolled. I ask her if shes worried about my cock not fitting inside of her and tell her not to worry because I’ll make her cum with my tongue. By this point I am high as hell and roll another joint for us to smoke when she comes over. It feels like forever but finally I receive the “I’m here”. I went over her started the foreplay again.. This time my hands went over her boobs over the Kurta and she gave a loud moan aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and started moving her body…Next was she removing my shirt and kissing my chest which she liked the most.. In return I pulled her Kurta over the head and saw my fab black bra cupping her boobs tight.. With her mangalsutra between her globs which made it more sexy.. She told me tat her nipples were waiting for the suck.. She was getting. “You fucking cheat!” he screams. “You’ve been playing off the ladies’ tees all week.”Q: How do you know when you’re really ugly?A: Dogs close their eyes when they’re humping your legMemories from Chuck B ‎When I was in an all-boys high school, back during World War II, there was a fellow student with the surname of Cherkov. You can imagine how a bunch of teen boys pronounced that name. He was something of what may now be called a geek, and would always try to be first to answer questions in. ’ I gestured to the bags without making eye contact with him. ‘Errands. I just told you that.’ ‘I bought groceries yesterday.’ I shrugged. ‘Well, I bought some more.’ ‘Why do you care if there’s food in the house? You’re never here to eat it!’ ‘Steven,’ I said, trying to summon patience. ‘Can we please not fight right now?’ He was tense. He always looked tense these days. I was his wife. I should care about that. Try to… help him. But I didn’t care. And I didn’t want to help. And I knew that.